Non-time
I always find this week very confusing.
It’s a sort of no man’s land between Christmas and the New Year; between the old year and the new.
In the bad old days when I worked I always took this week off, as do most people, and that adds to the confusion. Everyone is on holidays but the shops are still open which comes across as a bit of a paradox.
Then there is a lot of talk about the new year so the number 2013 is being bandied about a lot. So now I am getting used to that number and don’t know whether it refers to this year or next. My watch tells me the day of the week, the date and the month but it doesn’t stretch to the year. I presume I would be destined for months of writing the wrong year on cheques, but I don’t bother writing them any more which is fortunate.
When I was a nipper I felt very sorry for my father as his birthday fell in this week. Even worse, it was only two days after Christmas so I worried that the day would be overlooked. As I grew a bit older I realised that he didn’t consider birthdays all that important anyway which was a relief.
He would have been 110 on Thursday.
Wow!
Ah yes. That long past yearly ritual of putting the new year's date on the cheques in the cheque book to save the embarrassment of getting it wrong all through the spring.
Have a good one!
I was usually grand through January as I would concentrate. Habit would take hold by February though and I would start banging in the old year again. Never use cheques now!
Have a good one yourself!
I can't watch TV at this time of year. I detest the "year in review" thing they do.
Saw one was on the other night – "Sports Personality of the Year". Had to laugh. Have never yet seen or heard a single sportsperson with even the slightest modicum of personality. Didn't watch it, needless to say.
i'm working full days and half days and part weeks i have no idea anymore the year very discombooblating this holiday time
Start worrying when you have to write down what millennium it is.
C'mon now GD. Cassius Clay.
OK. That's one…………….
Lester Piggot
Bloody hell! Two from the last half century?
My Dad trumps your Dad…..he'd have been 122 last May.
(of course he was pretty old when I was born – that's my story anyway)
Heh! He must have been a good age all right? Unless of course you're up in the eighties yourself?
😉
I'd say sitting on your laurels day in and day out, scratching your backside, i.e; retirement – those hazy, lazy days – would make one a little nonchalant about what day of the week it is all year 'round! Aint that right GD! 🙂
Just teasin'.. I'm not at all jealous. 🙂
You have a point. Generally it doesn't matter a damn what day of the week it is, but occasionally I like to keep track.
I was talking to a pal in the U.S. last night and they've just put his mom into a nursing home. There's a big electronic sign there that changes daily, to allow those for whom the dotage has set in to keep track.. It say's 'It is Winter, 2012, Dec 30th, time. You are in New Jersey'.
'Tis all so reassuring really. 🙂
I could do with one of those! 😀